Emagor Rilliance, Human Fighter|Wizard

"Kordunn, if this presence has heard us and yet does not move to at least investigate, then that indicates to me that it is waiting for us to come to it, presumably as it lies in ambush. So proceed very cautiously, my friend."

"Eldwyn and I spoke with the spirit of the last defender of Sokol Keep. He warned that the original invaders of Phlan were led by three generals imbued with power from a magical pool. Tyranthraxus, Edranka and Torath. Name the evil that is. The spirit told us the sage Mantor, whose library we stand in now, worked hard to gather lore on the three, lore about their powers and weaknesses. That is why we came here."

Kordunn starts to stride forward "While you were researching here I was prepared to guard and provide you with what time you needed. Now that you are ready, let us confront this evil. It has moved within the room beyond here, but not escaped it, it might be bound therein. Regardless, let us proceed."

Sir Dryw

"Well, then, let's prepare a bit before this fight, shall we?"

Words of power tumble from Sir Dryw's lips. At first, the sounds are somewhere between language and the cracking of twigs. Sir Dryw's skin becomes gnarled, as if more wood than flesh. His next words are more akin to a deep growl. From animalistic the words fade to liquid, akin to water burbling over stones, and Sir Dryw lays a hand on Emagor.

"Might as well do something about those scratches, Emagor," Sir Dryw says. "If we enjoy the luxury of timing our attack, I have an enchantment to add to my trusty shillelagh as well, but its duration is a tad short, so it's best to wait."

Prepared for the worst, Kordunn leads the small group towards the room at the end of the corridor. Stepping into the entrance, they see a room filled with rotten furniture and little else. A translucent figure of what might have been a librarian once is standing in the center of the room. Its insanity-filled eyes flash red as they see you and it howls Thieves! Put them back!